Near the oaks where the naiad folk dwell
In the waters that tumble and swell
There’s a wedding today.
May new life come their way.
May their union through each turn out well.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 23: Wedding.
Category: Poetry
Colorful
In the morning the sun turns up bright
Through the noon opened eyes feel delight.
As the colors caress
To enchant and to bless
They will merge with the star-calming night.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 22: Color.
The Perplexing Indeterminacy of Envy’s Measurements
To envy what others have got
Keeps me measuring me at each spot
Where I sense some regret.
I would rather forget
What I lack since it’s likely a lot.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 21: Envy.
I Forgot It Was Friday the Thirteenth
Friday’s the end of the week
And the thirteenth as Friday seems bleak,
But I didn’t know
It’s the thirteenth and so
Nothing happened. My monsters stayed meek.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 20: Superstition.
Connecting
Should we feel we are lonely recall
Painful separateness feels like a fall.
We’ve our mothers to love,
Down here or above,
And a navel that links us to all.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 19: Mother.
The Beating Breath
Each breath comes in quest of some grail
With faith that the quest will not fail.
With passion unfurled
The warm, waiting world
Will beat with each breath we inhale.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 18: Passion
We All Move Toward Goodbye
White blossoms display in the sky.
Their home sold. The market was high.
Like making fresh room
For some new phase of bloom
The wind blows. We wave them goodbye.
Written for Limerick Challenge Week 17: Farewell
The Spell of Memories
My memories of you are a spell.
I’d forget, but there’s more I would tell,
Repeating, recalling,
Rewording, re-falling,
Re-blessing till all turns out well.
Written for the Limerick Poetry Challenge Week 16: Memories.
Warm Darkness Soothing Dreams
Out there where the darkness feels deep,
But warmth penetrates, cease to weep.
Choose some thoughts flowing free.
They’ll engage easily
As the air’s fresh and guides one like sleep.
Written for Limerick Challenge Week 15: Dark
Mysterious Monster
The monster who’s under my bed
Runs mysterious dreams through my head,
Makes me wake up and yawn
But at dawn he is gone
Like a word thought but then left unsaid.
Written for Limerick Challenge Week 14: Mysterious
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 